Here we go Dante and friends belong to Capcom and Sweeney Todd belongs to London, Broadway and Tim Burton I suppose. Enjoy
The Demon Barber and The Devil
It was another fine day at Devil May Cry for Dante and company. Little did they know that, the coming fall would bring more than just a chill to the air. Trish was still going on about how there should have been more money involved in their last adventure dealing with the fairy tale couple. The fairy tale couple is what she calls Nero and Kyrie. Lady was off taking her bike for a ride in the city. As for the devil hunter himself, much to his displeasure he was left to listen to Trish rant and complain. Trish stopped in mid sentence to look at the rugged devil with his five o' clock shadow now roughing out his once smooth features. "You really need to do something about your look. Since when did you want to look like Indiana Jones growing a beard all of a sudden?" Dante looked up "Oh my God! You finally stopped ranting and leave my new look out of this and we won't talk about how much that your little disguise cost me. Got it?" With that Dante ducked because his jukebox soared through the air with the target being his head. He yelled "Damn! Ok fine. Go out shopping for a bit and let me fix my jukebox." He tossed a handful of cash at a smiling Trish who dashed out the front door. Then he whispered "Damn Lady, I am so going to get her back for this one.
Speaking of Lady, she was enjoying herself as she sped through the city. Thinking about how Dante had to suffer with Trish. Laughing to herself "Bet he's cursing me and wish he had a mission to go on, but oh well." Just then at the stop light she noticed them. The them being two scythe demons about to send a man to hell for their own demonic pleasure. They stepped closer and closer to the helpless man. "Come on now gentlemen, can't we discuss this over a cup of
ale?" He spoke with a clear, but at the moment shaky British accent. One of the demons looked back to make sure no one was watching them have their fun. He turned just in time to get a motorcycle wheel to the face. The demon roared in pain "Aaarrg. . ."Blam! Blam! Blam! His cry was cut short however as his face and chest was filled with hot lead courtesy of Lady. The second demon advanced only to be shot in the legs. Lady turned to reach for Kalina Ann "Always go out with a bang." She whispered thinking of what Dante would do. At that moment she heard the faint sound of humming. She turned to see the Englishman stand up and start humming some kind of strange song. He reached in his pocket and pulled out an old fashion razor blade. He held it to the sun light for a moment before swiping it across the demon's neck causing him to bleed to death. The Englishman wiped his blade and bowed. "My thanks madam, I couldn't stand by as a lady fought for my safety." Lady was taken back by this strange gentleman. His hair was raven black with a streak of white. An uncertain aura swarmed around him making it hard for her to tell if he could have been a greater threat than those two demons were.
Just then her cell phone rang causing the tension in the air to subdue. "Hello, yea Lady here." It was Trish inviting her to a girl's night out on the town. "Well what about a certain playboy devil?" Lady asked. Trish paused on the other end for a moment. "How about we tie him up and gag him. I'm sure He'll be alright for a couple hours. Lady thought Trish's idea seemed all too familiar. "Didn't we do that for his birthday? I doubt it's going to work again. Trish groaned but then remembered something. "Maybe we could convince him to get a shave, don't you miss he's clean smooth look. Lady agreed "But first we need a way to get Dante to go the barber and we need a barber." Just then the image of the Englishman's razor flashed in her head. She looked up to see that it was just her and her bike in the alley. "Hey Trish we can talk
when I get back I'm on my way. As she hung up the phone, she wondered just where that mysterious man had gone to and if he'd be alright. Then she noticed a card on the ground "The Barber of Fleet Street". She took the card and thought "Well at least we have a barber, why does this Fleet Street sound so familiar. Her mind played with the name some more as she rode back to Devil May Cry.